We were Literally ROFL
Occasionally, my mind follows strange pathways (my family protests at the use of the word “Occassionally”). Last night, I was playing with puns and rolled together this story. It left my teenage daughter literally rolling on the floor laughing so hard she couldn’t breathe. (this is a tightened up version of the story)
On the edge of a forest lived William. He was known for many things. He was an artist when it came to ceramics and he specialized in pig figurines with delightful little bumps all over them. He had a marvelous beard that he never cut, but kept clean and unsnarled. The entrance to his shop was decorated most beautifully and was a tourist attraction itself. And, he wasn’t very smart.
Everyone in the village knew that if they ever wanted Hog Warts figurines, they would find the Hairy Potter behind Dumb Bill’s Door.
Well, maybe you had to have been there.
